Curled Up With a Ghost
The natural C of the human body forms
Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life
We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart
The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips
Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love
What an awful way to die
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